Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Deceiving Eyes, artist - Cradle Of Filth. Album song Classic Filth, in the genre
Date of issue: 01.09.2016
Record label: Peaceville
Song language: English
Deceiving Eyes |
On the night all mirrors fell silent |
And the clocks struck accord with the rain |
A storm swept in with such violence |
The dead rose to complain |
The stars were ill-crossed as the weather |
Lost in its bitumen cloak |
The Angels were warring, slick with endeavour |
Falling like tears through the thickening smoke |
Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder |
A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder |
Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder |
She stirs from dreams barely three feet under |
«Victoria, I come to claim my prize |
Stealing from the convent neath the wrath of seething skies |
For though you greased the palm of Satan |
With those moonlit silver thighs |
I knew the beast took second place |
When I looked into your eyes |
Your deceiving eyes |
Filled with lies |
And missed good byes |
And serpents hissing revelations |
Your deceiving eyes |
They tell enough |
Of how I fell in love |
With the goddess creeping deep inside you" |
And with the tumult up above him roaring |
Isaac sought her shallow grave |
As lightning bolted through the grim down-pouring rain |
He struck the hallowed earth again |
Having torn at the soil like a man insane |
threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos |
And from that pit of shame |
He bore the coffin from her sorry lot |
Neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot |
Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked |
To splinter her sarcophagus |
And gaze upon her face |
Victoria… |
«Victoria, I come to claim my prize |
Stealing from the convent neath the wrath of seething skies |
For though you greased the palm of Satan |
With those moonlit silver thighs |
Making mockery of rosaries |
His needs will never rival mine |
I recall a summer’s day |
The sunlight bathed your penitential scars |
As I sat and washed the blood away |
Now your body stays |
And the coldness of your lips |
Eclipse |
Like the first true kiss of winter" |
Pining for the dead |
On the stone floor spread |
She was shining through her winding shroud |
A moon amid the mad, this son of Adam had |
A gift for the pretty young nun |
A necklace wrought of twining snakes |
Two gold illicit tongues |
He laid it at her throat |
Where the rope had wrung |
He was burning from the furnace |
Of his roused desire |
He wrested with temptation |
To be or unfulfilled |
She was undressed for ovation |
Her sumptuous form, the storm revealed |
And with his driven lust exploding |
Her lashes brushed his cheeks |
They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding |
Purring, licking wicked teeth |
«Victoria, I come to claim my prize |
Stealing from the convent neath the wrath of seething skies |
For though you greased the palm of Satan |
With those moonlit silver thighs |
You have left him just for me |
I see it in deceiving eyes |
Those deceiving eyes |
Filled with lies |
And missed good byes |
And serpents hissing revelations |
Those deceiving eyes |
They tell enough |
Of how I fell in love |
With the goddess re-arisen in you" |